Page 24 of Bloodmoon Hit
“She’s being kept from you by dark magic, Aziz,” Sibley says, confirming what I already know. “I feel the darkness surrounding her, but can’t tell where they’re keeping her.”
“I’ll find her, Sibley.” I snarl, wanting to hurl my phone. “They won’t harm my mate.”
“They can’t do to her as they would. Not now,” she whispers, shaking her head. “She’s bonded and no longer pure.”
Doesn’t mean they won’t hurt her.
“Justice and Zavier are going to bring the librarian here. She’s a blood witch. I need to deal with her to find out what she knows. After which I’ll go after my woman.” I shove my phone in my pocket and pace, ready to lose it, but I can’t. I need to keep a level head. It’s what I’ve always been good at doing. When itcomes to Jett, it’s not that easy. She’s mine, and I allowed her to be taken from me.
I should have focused more on finding the witches before now. I could have taken them out, and none of this would be happening now. They’ll all bleed for this, though. I won’t let them get away with it.
“Aziz, you need to get her before the peak of the moon tonight,” Sibley utters, her eyes going white, face paling. “She might not be the key they’re looking for, as they believe, but she carries it.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Orpheus demands, making his presence known.
“She carries the child within her. Blood of Apollo. Blood of Vampire. A true hybrid that can kill an immortal if it so wishes. If they take the child, raise it as evil, the end will surely come. The child is meant for beauty and grace, but with those, if not raised with love, it turns evil.”
A newfound rage consumes me. Never in two thousand years did I think that I would have anything as I do now. A mate. A child. It wasn’t possible for a vampire, not without life. I was a vampire. I was undead. But yet waking this morning, I knew something was different. Apollo said the goblet was a gift of the fates. They altered me somehow. Meaning I’d been able to . . . oh fuck . . .
Turning to Orpheus, I meet his gaze. “Apollo had us drink from a goblet last night. It had some liquid in it that he mixed my blood and Jett’s with. Said the goblet was a gift of the fates.”
“They made you so you are no longer just vampire, made you as I am,” he says, explaining what was now what I am. What he is. Not just vampire. Not human, He was the Vampire King. Fed on blood, but he also ate as a human does.He was what some call a hybrid. Though he’s the most powerful one there is.
I nodded, understanding him because it made sense, and I did know what he was. I’d been with him long enough to know what he lived off of and how he lived. Though he did try to stick to the darkness to keep other vampires from knowing the truth about him. If they knew, they’d try to take it upon themselves to become like him, and it was impossible without the elixir of life given by the Gods themselves. As a child of Hades himself, Hades ensured that it was not just one or the other.
My nerves were on edge by the time Justice and Zavier stepped through the doors. Behind them, Tucker and Dane were dragging in the librarian, and it shouldn’t surprise me, but behind them, Corbin stepped through with his mate, Karsyn, next to him. Her eyes were focused on the woman in front of them.
Guess she was the reason they didn’t have her tied up.
Justice came to me and tossed something in the air for me to catch. “Figured you’d like to have this.”
I look at it to see it’s the pendant the witch was wearing.
“Karsyn helped us in making sure she came without issue or causing a scene in town,” Zavier explains.
“If she knows where Corbin’s cousin is, she’s hiding it deep inside her mind,” Karsyn whispers, breaking whatever spell she held over the witch.
“What is the meaning of all of this?” Amelie, that’s what Jett said her name was, demands swirling around to look at each of us with a glare before zeroing in on Karsyn. “You,” she screeches. “You . . .”
“Don’t even,” Corbin snarls, moving to stand in front of his mate. “I’ll rip you to shreds if you so much as speak to my mate.”
“Where is Jett?” I demand getting back to the task and the reason she was brought here.
Amelie cast her glare in my direction, straightened further, and looked down her nose. “I refused to have someone working at my library who is with the likes of you.”
Did this witch seriously say she was judging Jett for being with me and fired her?
“You fired her?” I ask, wanting confirmation.
“She was a volunteer. You can’t fire volunteers. But you can dismiss them and that’s what I did,” she says haughtily.
“So, you’re what . . . prejudice against vampires?” I scoff.
“You all are an abomination that shouldn’t be allowed to walk this earth. The same goes for shifters,” she says and spits on the floor.
Growls fill the air, and I move, gripping the witch by her throat. “Where is Jett? You didn’t just dismiss her for your bullshit reason. You’re a blood witch.”
Amelie claws at my hand, trying to get me to loosen my hold. Her lips move, but no words come out.
